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Are stronger than mine eyes.

Cleo. Why, that's the way (39)
To fool their preparation, and to conquer
Their most assur'd intents. Now, Charmian :

Enter Charmian.

Shew me, my women, like a Queen: go fetch
My best attires. I am again for Cydnus,
To meet Mark Antony. Sirrah Iras, go-
Now, noble Charmian, we'll dispatch indeed;
And when thou'st done this chare, I'll give thee leave
To play till dooms-day-bring our Crown, and all.
Wherefore this noise ?

A noise within

Enter a Guardsman.
Guards. Here is a rural fellow,
That will not be deny'd your Highness' presence ;
He brings you figs.
Cleo. Let him come in. How poor an instrument

[Exit Guaralinan
May do a noble deed !-he brings me liberty.
My resolution's plac'd, and I have nothing
Of woman in me; now from head to foot
I'm marble constant: now the fleeting moon
No planet is of mine,

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(39)

Why, that's the way
To fool their preparation, and to conquer

Their most absurd Intents.]
As plausible as this Epithet may at first Glance appear, I have great
Suspicions of it. Why Should Cleopatra cali Cefar's Designs abfurd ?
She could not think his Intent of carrying her in Triumph, such,
with regard to his own Glory; and her finding an Expedient to
disappoint him, could not bring it under that predicament. I much
rather think, the Poet wrote ;

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VOL. VI.

I

Enter

Enter Guardsman, and Clown with a basket.
Guards. This is the man.

Cleo. Avoid, and leave him. [Exit Guardsman.
Halt thou the pretty worm of Nilus there,
That kills and pains not?

Clown. Truly, I have him : but I would not be the

party should defire you to touch him, for his biting is immortal : those, that do die of it, do seldom or never recover.

Cleo. Remember'st thou any that have dy'd on't ?

Clown. Very many, men and women too. I heard of one of them no longer than yesterday, a very honest woman, but something given to lye, as a woman should not do, but in the way of honesty: How she dy'd of the biting of it, what pain she felt! truly, she makes a very good report o'th' worm : but he, that will believe all that they say, shall never be saved by half that they do: but this is most fallible, the worm's an odd worm.

Cleo. Get thee hence, farewel.
Clown. I wish you all joy of the worm.
Cleo. Farewel.

Clown. You must think this, look you, that the worm will do his kind.

Cleo. Ay, ay, farewel.

Clown. Look you, the worm is not to be trusted but in the keeping of wise people ; for, indeed, there is no goodness in the worm.

Cleo. Take thou no care, it shall be heeded.

Clown. Very good : give it nothing, I pray you, for it is not worth the feeding.

Cleo. Will it eat me?

Clown. You must not think, I am so simple, but I know, the devil himself will not eat a woman : I know, that a woman is a dish for the Gods, if the devil dress her not. But, truly, these same whore-son devils do the Gods great harm in their women ! for, in every ten that they make, the devils mar five.

Cleo. Well, get thee gone, farewel.

Clown,

Clown. Yes, forsooth, I wish you joy o’th’ worm.

[Exit. Cleo. Give me my Robe, put on my Crown; I have Immortal Longings in me. Now no more The juice of Ægypt's grape shall moist this lip. Yare, yare, good Iras ; quick —methinks, I hear Antony call, I see him roule himself To praise my noble act. I hear him mock The luck of Cæfar, which the Gods give men T'excuse their after-wrath. Husband, I come; Now to that name my courage prove my title ! I am fire, and air; my other elements I give to baser life. Som-have

you

done? Come then, and take the lalt warmth of my lips. Farewel, kind Charmian; Iras, long farewel.

(-4pplying the a 3. Have I the aspick in my lips ? dost fall?

[To Iras. If thou and nature can so gently part, The stroke of death is as a lover's pinch, Which hurts, and is desir'd. Dost thou lie still ? If thus thou vanishest, thou tell’it the world, It is not worth leave-taking.

[Iras dies. Char. Diffolve, thick Cloud, and rain, that I may say, The Gods themselves do weep.

Cleo. This proves me bafe-
If the first meet the curled Antony,
He'll make demand of her, and spend that kiss,
Which is

my

heav'n to have. Come, mortal wretch, With thy sharp teeth this knot intrinsicate

[To the serpent. Of life at once untie : poor venomous fool, Be angry, and dispatch. Oh, couldst thou speak, That I might hear thee call great Cæsar ass, Unpolicied!

Char. Oh eastern star!

Cleo. Peace, peace!
Doit thou not see my baby at my breast,
That fucks the nurse asleep?

Char. O break! O break!
Cleo. As sweet as balm, as soft as air, as gentle,
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Antony?

O Antony ! Nay, I will take thee too.(40)

[ Applying another Alp to her Arm. What should I stay

[Dies. Char. In this wild world? so, fare thee well.: Now, boast thee, Death, in thy possession lies A lass unparallel d--Downy windows, close ; And golden Phæbus never be beheld Of eyes again fo royal ! your Crown's awry; I'll mend it, and then play

Enter the Guard, rushing in. i Guard. Where's the Queen ? Char. Speak softly, wake her not. i Guard. Cefar hath sent

[Charmian applies the asp. Cher. Too flow a messenger. Oh, come apace, dispatch, I partly feel thee.

i Guard. Approach, ho! all's not well. Cafar's be

guild.

2 Guard. There's Dolabella sent from Cæfar; call him. i Guard. What work is here, Charmion? is this well

done?
Char. It is well done, and fitting for a Princess
Descended of so many royal Kings.
Ah, foldiers !

[Charmian diese Enter Dolabella. Dol. How goes it here? 2 Guard. All dead !

Dol. Cæfar, thy thoughts
Touch their effects in this; thyself art coming

(40) O Antony! nay I will take thee too.) As there has been hitherto no Break in this Verse, nor any marginal Direction, itee 1-cifarily must seem to refer to Antony. But 'tis certain, Cliopatra is here designed to apply one Afpick to her Arm, as she had before clap'd one to her Breast. And the last Speech of Dolabella in the l'lay is a Confirmation of this.

Here, on her Breast,
There is a Vent of Blood, and something blown ;
I be like is on ker Arm.

TO

To see perform'd the dreaded act, which thou
So fought'st to hinder.

Enter Cæsar and Attendants.
All

. Make way there, make way for Cæfar. Dol. Oh, Sir, you are too sure an augurer ; That, you did fear, is done.

Cas. Braveit at last :
She levelld at our purpose, and, being royal,
Took her own way. The manner of their deaths ?
I do not see them bleed.

Dol. Who was last with them? i Guard. A simple countryman, that brought her figs : This was his basket.

Caf. Poison'd then!

i Guard. Oh Cæfar !
This Charmian liv'd but now, the food and spake :
I found her trimming up the diadem
On her dead mistress; tremblingly the stood,
And on the sudden dropt.

Cæs. Oh noble weakness!
If they had swallow'd poison, 'twould appear
By external swelling; but she looks like sleep;
As she would catch another Antony
In her strong toil of grace.

Dol. Here, on her breast,
There is a vent of blood, and something blown :
The like is on her arm.

I Guard. This is an aspick’s trail ;
And these fig-leaves have slime upon them, such
As th' afpick leaves upon the caves of Nile.

Cees. Most probable,
That so lhe dy'd; for her physician tells me,
She has pursu'd conclusions infinite
Of easy ways to die. Take up her bed,
And bear her women from the monument:
She shall be buried by her Antony.
No grave upon the earth shall clip in it
A pair so famous. High events as these
Strike those that make them; and their story is

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